After hanging up, Si Lingxi and Shen Ying looked at Lu Zheng, questions in their eyes.
"Full Armor Fighting—have you heard of it?" Lu Zheng asked.
The two women shook their heads in unison.
So Lu Zheng introduced Full Armor Fighting to them and even showed them videos of himself competing in it.
Si Lingxi was speechless, while Shen Ying burst out laughing. "Lu Lang, you already have the Five-Colored Dragon Scale Armor and True Dragon Hidden Head Blade given to you by the Jade Dragon King. Why are you still playing this kind of make-believe game? If you really want to fight, the Ghost Kings of the Netherworld, the great demons in the mountains or Southern Frontier, even the generals of Lingbei Province—they could all spar with you."
Suppressing the feeling of dying from embarrassment, Lu Zheng forcibly salvaged his dignity. "How can a cultivator's affairs be called make-believe? It's the thrill of crushing weaklings. You wouldn't understand..."
"Isn't that just a max-level big shot massacring the newbie village? People said that about us when we teamed up to play Honor of Kings too. How could we not understand?" Shen Ying giggled, draping herself over Lu Zheng as her hands began to wander. "How did I never notice that you had this kind of nasty little hobby, Lu Lang?"
"How could you not? Have you forgotten about him playing chess with Zhu Yushan?" Si Lingxi said, shaking her head beside them.
"Right! No matter who Lu Lang plays chess with, he always wins by just one and a half points." Shen Ying laughed. "Lu Lang, how do you manage not to laugh?"
"Cough, cough!" Lu Zheng felt as though he was about to be stripped bare, so he stiffened his neck. "The match between Wu Yue Club and Gaul